u/CareIessSuccotash488

When I (F21) was 5years old, I accidentally killed my friend as we were playing.

We were jumping on a trampoline together. She was jumping very high, and when she landed, I playfully pushed her. I didn’t think it was dangerous at all.

She lost her balance and fell badly, landing on her neck. I got scared and started crying, and I ran to tell her parents what had happened.

At that time, I didn’t understand how serious the accident was. I thought she would recover. However, a few days later I found out that she didn’t survive.

I was very young then and didn’t fully understand the consequences of my actions. Nowadays I feel deep guilt about what happened. Sometimes when I go to sleep, I still see the accident in my mind. I am glad that therapy exists and that I can get help dealing with these feelings.

I asked my dad to put him up for sale. He read my diary to his class (I was 9 and he was 7). I was so mad I called him a slut .. haha .. and asked my dad to make some calls because I wanted him out of the house. That night. It was mainly about how I had a crush on a boy in my class and what colour of underwear I wore.

Dad flipped through the phone book and said that he found a gypsy camp in the yellow pages, and the leaders name was Happy. He wrote down the “number”.. 555-1212 and pretended to make calls on the cordless phone. I felt so bad I stopped him and I never asked that again because I thought it was real lmao.